This is a Halloween special. So, that is the reason why I deleted Monster, so I could move it out of my mind for a while. I'm going to focus on this until it's done, which I might actually do, if I read enough zombie stories.

And I'm afraid I have some tragic news: My grandmother is dying. Her liver is failing, and she is too old for a liver transplant, so I'm afraid this is her last straw. I want everyone to pray for her, and... well, I guess send digital flowers or something... :'(

I do not own Yugioh ZEXAL or Yugioh ZEXAL II.

WELCOME TO MY HALLOWEEN SPECIAL!

It's been five years since the Z-virus outbreak in Heartland. For five years, the Earth has been overrun with a special breed of zombies, classified as the Erasers. A majority of human population has been turned into the Erasers, and more have been killed or slaughtered. In five years, chances of survival are dwindling for the human race.

I am lucky enough to be one of the few remaining survivors in Heartland. There are others, eight that I know of: Kaito, Haruto, Yuma, Gauche, Kotori, Michael (known more commonly as III), Fuya, and Anna. As of now, I estimate there are fewer than fifty people alive in Heartland.

I live on my own, without the others. Reason? Well, it's a long story.

About ten years ago, when I was fourteen, I had an experimental surgery on my brain. I'm not sure what they implanted or changed within my head, but I've only started noticing the effects just recently. I seem to go into an odd madness, which I have no recollection of afterwards. This madness turns me into a killer, or so I've been told. I murdered Yuma's older sister in one of these weird madness fits, which caused me to leave the group.

I turn the corner around the old Heartland Duel Coaster stadium, riding my Duel Runner (yes, I have a Duel Runner) right into the belly of the stadium. The tracks for the coaster lay destroyed on the ground, one of the Coaster cars on its side. Rubble from when the Coaster collapsed litter the ground, black ash falling from the dark colored clouds above.

I parked next to the overturned car, raising the safety arm on my Runner and climbing off. After placing the arm back into its original position, I rose my hands up to the sides of my helmet and pressing the release buttons on either side. The black visor slid up into the helmet , allowing me to take the helmet off. My long violet hair fell out from the helmet as I took it off, and I glared down at it. I wasn't able to get my hands on a pair of scissors since the outbreak, so I just let my hair grow out. My bangs were now all the way to my elbows, which I had to push to the left side of my face so I could at least see.

I shook my head with a sigh. I wish I could see the others, but I'm not sure they would forgive me after what I did. I hurt them all by murdering Akari. It was an unfortunate accident, and to be honest, I really don't care.

A shuffling behind me made me stiffen. I became as still as I could, listening as the shuffling got closer. The madness in my mind was starting to creep into my sanity, but I resisted the best I could. The shuffling got louder, and I estimated the sound was possibly two meters behind me. A little bit more...

With a sudden move, I slid my katana out of its sheath and spun around so fast that I would have probably made myself dizzy if I was right in the head. The blade cut through the air with a hum, and the sharp metal cut right through the Eraser's neck, slicing the head completely off. As the head landed between my feet, the body slumped down to the ground with a juicy-sounding THUMP.

I could vaguely feel my lips twisting into an evil smile, but I really did not give a shit. Sometimes my madness was welcoming company. I mean, what would you do if you were exiled and had to live by yourself?

A sigh escaped me as I went over to the hidden door beside the overturned Coaster car. I knelt down to grab the ring, lifting the heavy door to slip inside. Once I had climbed the ladder into the little bunker, I shut the door. I jumped off the small ladder, trudging slowly over to a worn couch. Needles littered the table sitting in front of the couch, a few of which were waiting to be used.

I took a seat on the old green cushions and grabbed one of the unused needles. Can you guess what's in the needle? Yup, heroin. Oddly, it seems to calm my madness to a certain extent, although for how long is questionable.

I pulled the sleeve up on my worn black sweatshirt, lowering the tip of the needle into the crook of my arm. The needle pierced my skin, and I let my head fall back as I pressed the plunger. A long moan escaped me as I felt the drug seep into my blood, spreading with each beat of my heart. A couple of minutes later, I removed the needle, tossing it onto the table, and laid back on the couch. It was going to be a little while before I could move around, so I closed my eyes and let my mind drift.

A loud THONK on the door made me jump up and grab my katana. I cautiously walked over to the ladder, narrowing my eyes. I could hear heavy breathing, not the short gasps like the Erasers. Tilting my head slightly, I climbed the ladder and unlocked the door. Very slowly, I opened the door inch by inch. The first thing I was was a pair of black boots, then legs clad in worn white jeans.

I know who that person is.

Throwing the door all the way open, I looked up into the eyes of the only person I cared for.

Kaito.

"What the fuck do you want?" I asked harshly, climbing out of the bunker. When I stood to face the twenty-three year-old, I could see that he was clearly stressed about something.

"We need your help," he told me. I sent him a dry look.

"Why? You dumbasses exiled me, so why should I help?" I spat, kicking a rock. It bounced off a large piece of metal, skittering to a stop beside my Duel Runner.

"Look, we can get over that, but we really need your help." Kaito watched me with a sort of desperate look. I rolled my eyes, wishing I could punch him in the head. Yeah, sure, i may have been in love with him, but after being exiled, I just don't give two fucks about anyone anymore.

"I'm not helping your sorry excuse for a leader, so you can just fuck the hell off." I turned away, but he reached out and grabbed my hand. He gave me a pleading look.

"Please," he begged. I growled, tearing my hand out of his grip.

"...What do I get in return?" I asked. His eyes brightened up a little, which pissed me off even more than I already was.

"Whatever we offer," Kaito said, looking down.

"Fine, but when I finish whatever you fuckers want, I'm leaving you in the dust." I turned away once again. "Just give me a moment to pack my shit, and I'll be heading your way."

KR: Ooooh, Kaito got PWNED! LOLZ. Anyway, review. Ja ne, peeps! XD